Antologia
A season that last through all changes in time
I try so hard sometimes
I wish there was a raincheck on tommorow
Not ready to deal with what I don't wanna find
Struggling on, just to hold on
I just wanna know, why is it me?
In a tear there is a message from the heart
Detached from the good, it's hope gone astray
I cry so hard sometimes
Too scared to think what will bring tommorow
Already much more than I can handle today
I can't breathe, suffocate as I'm buried by hate
And so sadly I learn, there's n
Can I
Can I kiss my bride now preacher
Can I tell her, I got to tell her she’s mine
She’s got to be mine alone
Can I kiss her, I want to kiss her right now Mr. Preacher
Can I, take my, take my little baby home
It’s plain to see, that I love her
And I want her, you know I want her to be
She’s got to be my wife
For if you, if you just say, if you just say that one word sir
I’m gonna love her, for the rest of my life
We’ll have a short reception
And don’t cha know, don’t cha know and then
Then we’re gonna catch, we’re gonna catch that little plane
And then every, every little, every little road that we stop at
Don’t cha know, it’s gonna be our lovers lane, and I want cha
I just, I got to kiss her, I got to kiss her right now Mr. Preacher
Don’t cha know I got to tell her, Oo, I got to tell her she’s mine
She’s got to be mine alone, Can I,
Can I kiss her, I got to kiss her right now Mr. Preacher
Can I take my, little baby home
(Can I take my baby…home)
Come on let me kiss her now, I got to have her
She’s got to be mine, She’s my baby and I need her
Come on and let me take her home; I got to have her Mr. Preacher
I got to have her, come on, come on...